Miss Eight Series Summoner

Feng Xi pushed the Yuehua Sword hard, and the Yuehua Sword instantly bends. By virtue of the bending elasticity of the Yuehua Sword, it avoided Fu Zhaofeng's palm.

Fu Zhaofeng didn't know that Yuehua Sword was actually a soft sword. When he was feeling emotional, Feng Xi didn't give him a breathing space. After falling steadily on the railing, he directly attacked Fu Zhaofeng with force.

Fu Zhaofeng quickly opened his folding fan and pulled out a fan bone with his right hand. It turned out to be a sharpened knife. Fu Zhaofeng saw the timing and threw it toward Feng Xi's wrist holding the Yuehua sword. Feng Xi's eyes narrowed, and the palm of his left hand instantly condensed into a Lei Yuanzhu, patted it towards the knife, and the knife shattered instantly.

Fu Shaoqi looked dazzled from below the stage, because the wind on the stage and Fu Zhaofeng's movements were too fast. If you don't look closely, you can't tell at all. However, as long as it is an individual, it can be seen that Feng Xi has always steadily suppressed Fu Zhaofeng in this competition. If nothing else, Feng Xi must have won this competition.

When Feng Xi moved his wrist, he pulled a sword flower, and the Yuehua sword drew a cold light in the air, sharply attacking Fu Shaoqi.

Fu Zhaofeng is not a vegetarian either, otherwise he would not rashly propose to take the stage for his son to compete. If he were not certain, he would not have made such a decision.

Fu Zhaofeng opened the fan and looked at Fengxi’s sword, but did not dodge. Just when Fengxi felt something was wrong, Fu Zhaofeng pushed the fan forward and sandwiched Fengxi’s Yuehua sword in the middle. Up. The fan was closed, and the Yuehua sword was firmly clamped by the fan and could not move.

"Oops." Bailigu Youxue's heart tightened, and she was a little nervous when she saw the windy Yuehua sword on the martial arts stage being clamped.

As soon as Feng Xi tried to pull the Yuehua sword out of the gap in the fan, Fu Zhaofeng was holding it tightly, unwilling to let go.

A chill flashed through Feng Xi's eyes and sneered. Does Fu Zhaofeng think he is capable of this?

Thinking like this in her mind, Feng Xi released the Yuehua sword in her hand, and returned to the position where she was originally standing with a backflip. However, as soon as she stood still, her figure moved quickly, and a shallow phantom was trailing behind him, instantly Came to Fu Zhaofeng's side.

With his right hand raised from his side, a long whip was born out of thin air and hit Fu Zhaofeng fiercely.

Fu Zhaofeng didn't expect that Feng Xi could summon a long whip again, hurriedly opened the fan, discarded the Yuehua sword, and confronted Feng Xi's whip wholeheartedly. Feng Xi made a commitment, picking up the Yuehua Sword on the ground with his left hand, and pushing his right foot forward, the Yuehua Sword pierced Fu Zhaofeng's chest.

There was a long whip on the top and a Yuehua sword on the bottom. Cold sweat leaked out of Fu Zhaofeng's forehead, and then a wicked smile appeared: "Ice Beast!"

In the next second, a lion-sized ice beast appeared in front of Fu Zhaofeng, exuding an icy breath. He saw the windy whip and the Yuehua sword, and gave a long scream. Several raised their hands. In time, Feng Xi's attack was resolved.

"Girl, you didn't agree not to use spirit beasts." Seeing Fengxi seems to be about to say something, Fu Zhaofeng said one step in advance.

Feng Xi evokes a polite smile: "No problem."

Few people in the martial arts stage could personally see simple spirit beasts, and when they saw Fu Zhaofeng's spirit beasts, they all uttered amazement.

"Hmph, let my father summon a spirit beast, a dead woman, you're done." Fu Shaoqi looked at Fengxi coldly, with a cruel smile on her mouth.